"This is!" Youming subconsciously felt that this was a single blow that broke through Dayi's colorful dome attack, and he must not be careless.

Four figures raised the sword high above their heads together: "Yin·Sha·Mingyan Slash!"

Four gray-white waves of light made four deep ditches on the ground, and the lava still on the ground was splashed away.

When the four light waves were less than one meter away from Xiao Wu, the dark red light ball in Xiao Wu's mouth was also shot out and hit the light wave.

The air around seemed to be ignited. Anything that could burn within a certain range on the ground was fired at this time, and the hot temperature made the scenery passing through the air begin to twist.

The gray-white light waves of Mingyan Slash slowly changed, and bursts of gray smoke evaporated. Not long after, these light waves began to turn red, darken, and look slender.

At this time, Youming's whole body was shivering under his own attribute power, but he finally couldn't help it. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood turned into a ball of red smoke in the air and dissipated. The ghosts he transformed into disappeared at this time.

"Bang!"

Four waves of light disappeared after a crisp sound, but Xiao Wu's red ball of light continued to move closer to the Netherworld.

Youming knelt on one knee, holding a long knife in one hand and barely supporting his body. Seeing the dark red light ball getting closer, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he suddenly covered his whole body with a thick gray-white flame. However, this time the flame was not used for defense, but self-immolation. Without a wail, the flame quickly burned off his armor, limbs, and torso...

Only the big knife was still stuck on the ground, and there was a trace of gray-white fire left at the hilt of the knife...

Xiao Wu was stunned and slowly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it from the air. The dark red light ball was fixed in its original place and slowly dissipated. The surrounding temperature suddenly eased a lot.

"It's quite a bit of backbone!" Xiao Wu glanced at the big knife that was still stuck on the ground and said to himself.

...

Xu Zihan looked at the graceful figure not far away, with white clothes all over her body, long hair fluttering, a red rope tied to both ends of her hair, two streams of light on her waist, and light steps. On her fair face, a pair of bright big eyes and cherry-red lips looked extremely well-proportioned.

"Ah...Ah Xian..." Song Yufei came behind Xu Zihan at some point and saw the figure walking towards her. She was the lover he had been thinking about day and night - Chishui.

Hearing Song Yufei's voice, Chishui pressed his eyebrows, and a red light suddenly appeared in his right hand, and he slapped the "ice sculpture" that he didn't know if he was still conscious.

Suddenly the ice sculpture shattered into several pieces, scattered all over the ground, then turned into blood, and then quickly turned into steam and dissipated in the air.

Poor Meiying became a real ghost like this, and she could no longer care about her image...

Xu Zihan was shocked when she saw Chishui so fiercely, but suddenly found that Song Yufei had already stood in front of her and met Chishui who was walking towards her.

"Bang!"

Song Yufei was slapped heavily on the face, and Xu Zihan's heart skipped a beat. As the saying goes, it hurts to the mother's heart. There is nothing wrong with it. This slap should be something Yufei, the child, was willing to bear.

Song Yufei slowly turned her head, and Chishui's slender palm marks appeared on her cheek on her left.

"You! Why don't you hide?" Chishui shouted at Song Yufei.

Song Yufei looked directly at Chishui, with tears in her eyes: "I will never avoid you again!"

Chishui's tears were already bursting out: "Do you know how to worry about someone for so long?! Do you understand that it is better to be sure that he is dead than to know the life and death of this person!"

A line of tears at the corner of Song Yufei's eyes slid down against her scorching cheeks: "I know..." After saying that, he stretched out his hands to block Chishui in his arms.

Chishui cried and struggled, and his hands kept hitting Song Yufei's chest: "I don't want it! I don't want it! Woo... Woo... You're dead! Why don't you die!"

Song Yufei's strength to hug her: "I won't die, for you..."

Chishui suddenly burst into tears, buried her head deeply in Song Yufei's chest, and wrapped her arms tightly around the latter's waist, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

Song Yufei gently stroked Chishui's back and lowered her head to her neck. The female hormones stimulated his nerves and hugged Chishui even tighter.

"Uhhhh...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Song Yufei and Chishui woke up from their dreams, each blushing, with awkward expressions and looking at a loss.

Xu Zihan didn't know what to say for a moment, but Xiao Wu reminded them: "Look! That uncle looks so powerful!"

Everyone looked in the direction Xiao Wu pointed, but they saw that Xuanyuan and Lingxu were still fighting fiercely, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Song Yufei and Chishui stepped forward and were about to help, but Xu Zihan reached out and stopped him: "Don't worry, you can take a good look at how 90% of the people who are smart-minded fight!"

Song Yufei was shocked and asked, "Lord Xuanyuan is actually a 90% psychopath, then..."

Xu Zihan said, "Mr. Xuanyuan will explain to you slowly in the future, so you can watch it!"

...

Most of the enemy troops on the west side jumped away, and some injured or too late to escape were captured by the defending soldiers. There was only one place in front of the Liangyi Hall that was still inspiring to fight, that was the battle between Xuanyuan and Lingxu.

I saw the five figures that were illusory and each of them held a bronze bell sword, but the sword shapes of each figure were different.

Some swords were surrounded by vines with spikes, while others had jagged blades;

Some swords protrude at both ends, one is a sword and the other is a thick spike;

There is also a sword full of flowers, each of which looks like a living creature, with sharp teeth in the middle of the stamen;

Finally, it should be the sword of the body, which is more than twice as long as before. The black lines at the tip are intertwined, and several red lines are interspersed during this period.

Five figures penetrated the left and right, and they threw out a sword from time to time.

On the side of Xuanyuan, the sword of the sling was not in his hand, but was dancing up and down around the body, dancing a few sword flowers in front of Xuanyuan, blocking Lingxu's attack, and occasionally counterattacking a sword.

Xuanyuan's foot steps were simple and his movements were very slow. He said that he was fighting with someone and looked more like walking in the garden.

Lingxu was calm and composed. His companions fell one by one. How could he not sense it? He just took a desperate bet and fought with his life. There was really no way out. He was more careful in every attack with Xuanyuan.

A ghost of Lingxu suddenly appeared in front of Xuanyuan's head, holding a jagged heavy sword in both hands and slashing it down hard. Xuanyuan grabbed the sword from the air and lifted it upwards. A beautiful red arc was drawn from the sword body.

With a loud bang, several pieces of jagged teeth broke, and Lingxu's ghost flipped backwards.

Xuanyuan waved his arm, flicked the sword of Cha and said, "Lingxu, you should stop fighting for unnecessary trouble!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lingxu couldn't listen at all, "Either give me the origin of Yin and Yang, or give me your life!"

Xuanyuan sighed and said, "The killing is too deep, the resentment accumulates, the soul is mysterious, and human nature is about to be lost, whether it is, or not!"

Lingxu's five figures suddenly appeared in front of Xuanyuan at the same time. Five long swords were slashed down at the same time. Xuanyuan flicked his fingers lightly, and the sword slowly floated up and collided with the five swords.

With a loud bang, the sword of the sword shook slightly in the air, and the entire sword body buzzed. At this moment, countless vines stretched out from Lingxu's sword. The surface was no longer green, but instead of black all over the body. The sword of the sword surrounded, and became thicker and thicker, and the other end of the vine pierced towards the ground.

The corresponding one was a huge flower emerging from the ground. The flowers bloomed suddenly, allowing the vines to penetrate into the center of the stamens. The opened petals hang back and inserted into the ground again at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, forming thick and thick foundations, and instantly coated with a pitch-black color.

"I see what else can you do!" Lingxu shouted.

But at this moment, he subconsciously felt something was wrong. Then, he held the body of the bronze bell sword, which had become longer, and took Xuanyuan's heavy palm, and a mouthful of black blood was sprayed out. Several other ghost shadows instantly emitted a burst of black smoke and disappeared.

Xuanyuan sighed lightly, with his left hand behind him, stretched out his right hand and slowly grabbed it. The sword wrapped around countless vines, a red light that soared into the sky penetrated the layers of boundaries. From a distance, a huge sword shadow formed in the sky. Then a burst of explosion sounded, and the vines were like firecracker fragments that had exploded, and they immediately split into pieces.

Song Yufei snorted for a moment and said in her heart: This power is so terrible. It is like a god and demon. Why is such a powerful person reluctant to take action and insist on using the power of the spiritual general?

No wonder Ying Long and the others were disdainful of the spirit body warriors at that time. Why did they still escape if they had such power?

Is Chiyou's power still above this power?


Chapter completed!